Some do it negatively,
By throwing verbal rocks,
Or printing evil blocks,
Or lying to each other,
Thinking that that way,
They’ll hit harder,
And negatively get farther.
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We’re not complete without another,
Loving is giving the other,All the best that we’re made of.
One by One, They’ve gone,
The Ones,I’ve loved the most!And in a forestFull of silent Trees,There I stand,Alone…So very much, aloneThat even the cold rainThat drops,I do not feelAnd I don’t own…How does it feel?This pain that doesn’tStop?This silence,From bottom to top,It’s like groping in theDark,Feeling about blindly,Waiting for the DawnThat never comes,KnowingIn your heartThat life, inevitablyComes apart,When you’re alone.
Some find that reading,
A perfect way,Of losing timeFor nothing of materialWealthCan Poetry provide.I find it rendersHappiness,One of a special kindThat warms youVery deep inside,And sometimesEven,Makes you cry.Poetry’sPlain of reality,And rewardsAre differentFrom everything else,Something, very deepTakes place,That goes far beyondMaterial wealthSomething,That you can’t explainBut that remains with youAll the same,A transfer of sentimentsPlays always a partIn the unforgettable,Poetic game.
As with Love,
The strong attractionThe blinding,Thrilling Action,That compels,And casts its spell,As no reason,Interferes,In the loveThe Poet has forHis live creations.So isThe Poet’s LoveFor Poetry,As it permeatesAnd conquersLifeAnd all he writesAnd feels.
Simply, impressive Beauty,
The green, the bows,The singing waters of the Sea,The Love one feels when this we see,A flower blooms so silently,It is a Rose, so beautifully,A sign of Hope, persistently,No matter how often I see,These gifts of Nature that are free,I always marvel, softly say,‘Please never take these gifts away’To He who made them I do…
We are such a mixture of,
Such a Cocktail of this and thatShould I take off my hat?Or continue to question with ‘what’Makes us so paradoxically- mysterious?I ask till I become deliriousLove, hate, lust, bust,Love, then kill at will,Make, create, destroy,House of cards,And that Horse,Helen of Troy.Civilizations come and go,Are we the same? I do not know,All our lives, the question…